this is Liza, a very naughty and a flirting girl. one thing I love about myself? well I can count few of them, two I think I phisicaly find attractive: I love my ass and my breasts! I like to give a great blowjob, I like to experiment, I like spanking, my eyes are full of lust!
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Angela Tayson: Kiss Me Love
Kiss me, love will be, used kissesHow will the kiss be unbeatized? Who is still loved?More than current roads we record with our handsWhy do you carry it from my already tattooed love?You can never start what I left you marked in you love
Angela Tayson: Your Kisses Are Eternal
You will love again, it is true other arms will join you you will live the dawnThe light will enter your room you will rub my memories, how the junkBut as much as you try, you will not forget my lips your kisses will always be, used kisses.I don’t want to lose you if you condemn me to lose you, I condemn you to the pastThat the ghost of my kiss will always live on your lipsThat the ghost of my kiss will always live on your lips
Angela Tayson: Who Will Stay with Me
How does the kiss be disheveled? Who is still loved?More than current roads we record with our hands.Why do you carry it from my love already tattooed?You can never start what I left you markedIf you condemn me to lose you, I condemn you to the past so as not toforget you and that you are always in me
Angela Tayson: In Your Arms
You will love again, it is true other arms will join youYou will live the dawn the light will enter your roomYou will rub my memories, how the junkBut as much as you try you will not forget my lipsYour kisses will always be, used kisses
Angela Tayson: Some Are Not Going to Endure
I want more about you, I know that the tour has been a long loveAnd that we still have a lot to do, huhAnd I know very well that in the battle and its heatSome are not going to endure, huh but there are days that are not seenThe light that comes in each dawn are days
Angela Tayson: I Don't Want to Play Liabilities of Love.
And in those days heart I ask you to please don’t let goThere are days that we feel imprisoned even in the skinDays I play in the backgroundThere are days that I fly towards the wind like a paperDays you don’t answer me